In a time long ago, in a land far away, my mother bought a 1955 red and white Ford Fairlane convertible with red and white leather upholstery and a V8 engine. What a car! With top down, several road trips from the San Francisco Bay Area to Los Angeles ensued. And, “Betsy” even bumped along dirt roads and forded streams on camping trips up to Mount Lassen. We had her for ten years before repeated repair trips had my mother saying, “Enough!!!” and trading her in. It was a very sad day. What almost 16-year old wants to learn to drive a big boring pale yellow 1965 Ford Fairlane station-wagon?!

However, Betsy lives on the streets of Cuba!!! Last week’s Havana vacation had me seeing her and her older and younger Ford brothers and sisters everywhere — even Edsel!

Also there were her cousins. Most of the vintage cars, known as almendrones in Cuba, are taxis and, once destination and price are agreed to, they ply the streets taking passengers from point A to point B.

Though often they just cruise up and down the Malecón seeing and being seen enjoying the sea breeze and spectacular setting. It’s an especially popular pastime among tour groups and wedding parties.

The Stills and Young wistful elegy to Neil Young’s first car, Long May You Run, keeps playing in my mind.

Long May You Run

We’ve been through some things together With trunks of memories still to come We found things to do in stormy weather Long may you run.

Long may you run. Long may you run. Although these changes have come With your chrome heart shining in the sun Long may you run.

Well, it was back in Blind River in 1962 When I last saw you alive But we missed that shift on the long decline Long may you run.

Long may you run. Long may you run. Although these changes have come With your chrome heart shining in the sun Long may you run.

Maybe The Beach Boys have got you now With those waves singing “Caroline No” Rollin’ down that empty ocean road Gettin’ to the surf on time.

Long may you run. Long may you run. Although these changes have come With your chrome heart shining in the sun Long may you run.

To the vintage cars of Cuba, long may you run!!! And, for those concerned, as we were, about collectors coming in and sweeping up many of the 60,000 old American cars, according to a couple of articles I’ve read, that might not be the case. Because of their age and the US embargo, “the cars have jerry-rigged modifications” that make them undesirable to collectors. Then there is the pride owners have in their cars…

Cristian Paez, 40, said he has no intention of letting go of his 1956 purple and beige Bel Air convertible, purchased long ago by his grandfather. ‘Not possible,’ declares the burly 40-year-old, not for any price. ‘I love driving this car.'”

As I’d discussed in a previous post, August 9 was International Day of the World’s Indigenous Peoples. That day, on my way to the mercado, a youth band had me stopping at the city’s cultural celebration on the Alameda de León.

This young girl, without accompaniment, brought tears to the eyes as she sang, “Canción Mixteca” by Oaxacan composer José López Alavez. He wrote the melody in 1912 and the lyrics in 1915, expressing his homesickness for Oaxaca after moving to Mexico City. It has since become an anthem for not only Oaxaqueños, but all Mexicano expats yearning for their homeland.

Canción Mixteca (English translation)
How far I am from the land where I was born!
Immense nostalgia invades my heart;
And seeing myself so lonely and sad like a leaf in the wind,
I want to cry, I want to die from this feeling.

Oh Land of Sun! I yearn to see you!
Now that I’m so far from you, I live without light and love;
And seeing myself so lonely and sad like a leaf in the wind,
I want to cry, I want to die from this feeling.